Page 100 of Double Play

It should be a crime how hot he looks. Incidentally, it should also be a crime to have the biggest, hardest dick on the planet while wearing those tights. They leave zero to the imagination. My mind is spinning. It’s every fantasy I’ve ever had, all rolled into one. Captain America and Layton Lancaster. My mind is officially blown.

Through his mask, he runs his eyes up and down my body as he moves his tongue along his lower lip. “Is that as wide as you can go?”

I nod, though I push my legs just a bit wider.

“Good girl.” He sniffs a few times. “I’d ask if you’re turned on, but I can smell that you are.”

Oh god. I know not to beg—he doesn’t like it—but my sanity is barely holding on by a thread. I know I need to remain calm and let him control the pace. I’m secretly praying it’s a fast one.

My prayers are answered when he throws a small bottle onto the bed before immediately sinking his face between my legs. I look down in awe. I have Captain America’s tongue inside me right now. I might come in under ten seconds.

He sucks, licks, and nibbles me, eventually mumbling, “I can do this all day.”

I giggle at the Captain America movie line before moaning as he latches onto my clit. My hips buck off the bed. I’m gripping the sheets for dear life.

He manages to both suck on my clit and flick it with his tongue at the same time. I feel his thumb tease my entrance. Slow circles until I can’t take it anymore. He sticks it all of one inch inside me before I succumb to the all-night-long buildup and sensation of what he’s doing to my body.

My world begins to tilt off its axis. I start to see red, white, and blue stars as I scream his name, feeling myself squirt. It’slike I’m floating. Like my body rose above the bed, opened, and then a waterfall poured out of me.

My vision hasn’t returned, but I hear him slurping. “You’re so fucking hot when you come for me like that. I need to be inside you.”

In barely recognizable English, I sputter, “Yes, get inside me.”

With blurred vision, I see him lift his body and pull out his heavy cock from the confines of the tights. He immediately rubs the giant head through me a few times. It only serves to cause aftershock tremors to work their way through my body. He continues moving it through until his tip mercifully rests at my entrance. He pushes in about two inches before muttering, “Shit. I need to get a condom.”

I wrap my legs around him as tight as I can. I must be out of my mind, given what I’ve been through in the past, but I respond, “Don’t you dare pull out. I’m on the pill. Just get inside me.”

Without another thought, he thrusts all the way forward until he’s seated to the hilt. We both moan at the same time. Breathing heavily, he mutters, “I’ve never been inside a woman without a condom. Holy shit. You feel so good. So wet. So tight. So soft.”

Despite my hazy state and overwhelming feeling of him being inside me, I have a moment of joy that he’s experiencing a first with me like I’m about to with him.

I look up at him in his sexy Captain America mask. Our eyes meet as a moment of tenderness passes between us. It’s the first time he’s been inside me since we exchangedI love yous.

With pure lust in his eyes, he mouths, “I love you.”

I mouth back, “I love you too.”

I briefly think he might be gentle considering thecircumstances, but that passes quickly when he pulls nearly all the way out and then slams back into me.

I run my nails down his back as the onslaught begins. I never knew sex could be as good as it is with Layton. He takes my body to heights I’ve never bothered to contemplate. I think the emotional connection, along with the physical, makes it so good. Then again, it could simply be Layton Lancaster, my king.

He rides me hard until another earth-shattering orgasm finds me. My body feels limp. I hope I can walk tomorrow. It’s unlikely given the pounding he just gave me.

He pulls out and flips me over, immediately burying his face in my ass. His tongue moves around my back entrance. Aside from a few of Layton’s fingers now and then, I have no experience with any of this. I don’t know what to expect. I only know that I want him to own every inch of me. I want to share this with him. I want to share everything with him.

He lifts his body off mine and pulls me up to my hands and knees. Grabbing the small bottle he threw on the bed, he opens the lid and squirts some of the cold liquid onto my ass.

I immediately feel his warm hands rubbing it all over and in my back entrance. Before I realize what’s happening, two of his fingers are inside me. The further he pushes, the more intense the sensation. I feel pins and needles all over my body each time he moves them deep inside me.

His warm breath hits my ear. “I’ll go slow. It’s going to sting at first as you acclimate to me. As soon as I’m in, I’ll be still as your body stretches for me. It’s not going to last long. I’m so worked up and you’re going to be so damn tight.”

The warmth of his breath disappears as he pulls away and removes his fingers from my body. I marvel at the sudden sensation ofemptiness.

As soon as I feel his tip at my back entrance, I start to panic. That tip is so damn wide. It might break me.

He must sense my fear, because he says, “Don’t worry. There will be no backdoor slider. I’ll get you nice and ready before visiting the pitcher’s mound.”

I giggle at his terminology as I look back and see him rubbing the oil all over his cock, adding a little extra to the head, a head which suddenly seems to have doubled in size. Or maybe it’s just my imagination and fear.

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